its heart wrenching to think about all the troubles people are going thru in this world and all we can do is complain about the inconvenient lives we live. wrench your heart out. live life do this forever and never look back be mine be yours see the world. wrench life out of its whole. wrench fear our of your heart.
It’s usually considered a sign of evil prowess to possess genetically engineered winged-monkeys. I usually send my flock out armed with wrenches and with strict instructions that they are to fling them into the plans and contraptions of my enemies. Do gooders or the competition, I’m indiscriminate. Once the flock as done as commanded, I allow them to fling some poo if they so desire too.
Or there’s killing someone with a wrench, or perhaps inflicting a moderate-to-severe beating. Yeah, when it comes to evil, I’m pretty sketchy like that.
how many times have you actually used a wrench? me being a girl not many times. HOwever, it was fun everytime. I don’t know why.. either it was fun or just super irritating. anyways I think I need a wrench just because i don’t have one.
Do you have a wrench upon you? I should think it would be highly entertaining to find someone in possession of such a nonubiquitous object in such regular circumstances. I should like to carry one if only to prompt such a fascinating story. “Why, yes in fact, I do.”
I think one would come in handy.
The wrench faced outward, revealing it’s multi-faceted nature. It did not want to be touched, but if it had to be, it would do the work it was commissioned to do, and that work was tough. In many ways, it was like someone had pushed the wrench to do something as multi-socketed as it.
Gut wrenching. Heart wrenching. What your voice, your actions, your cruelty does to me. It’s like a wrench that keeps turning on something to loosen it up. You loosened me up and got me off. Now I’m just unscrewed. Put me back together.
i wrenched the door open with all the strength i could muster, what I didn’t know is that what waited for me on the other side of the door would change my life forever. As I pulled the door open I took what ended up being my last breath of fresh air and I dove into the unknown with nothing but the clothes on my back.
A wrench is a valuable tool. It can be used to tighten difficult and out of the way nuts. The wrench is essential for the functioning of our complicated technical society. Yet it is interesting that we use the word wrench in such phrases as “a wrench in the plans” or “a wrench in the gears”. The word wrench seems to reflect the duality of all our lives.
There’s something cathartic about using a wrench to loosen a nut from a bolt. If there’s nothing else I’ve observed time and time again, it’s that crazy people like to wrench their issues down until something snaps from all that unnecessary torque.
i use wrenches to break apart grills. I wish i had a car so i could use the wrench in order to fix and modify it until it was the sickest ride on the dark streets of st peters. I really want a car. what;s a torque wrench? do crescent wrenches really work?
Wrenched from what is familiar
Forced through an unwanted journey
Submerged into this novel place
Alien are the sights, smells, and sounds around me
Foreign is this cold
Foreign are the hands that touch my skin
Confused
I Scream
It feels good to get into the engine and take things apart, after so long. It’s been ages. It’s strange, but I love doing this. Taking them apart and putting them back together. Making them my own. Fixing, healing, solving problems. Examining it.
I used to work as an automechanic, so I’m sick of wrenches. I wish they had 1 standard wrench for every size of bolt imaginable. But no, there are about 100 different sizes and you can NEVER find the one you actually need.
I learned the name of those little L-shaped wrenches you use–Allen wrenches– because my next-door neighbor called and asked for help putting together her elliptical. It was treacherous work.
Wrench lying on the steps of the bookstore. It’s out of place. Somebody dropped it when the store was doing repairs. But I think I like it there. I like the shiny metal among the paper and leather books. It’s pleasantly ironic.
whenever i think of wrench i think of a wench and that makes me think of amazing grace or some other american song of that sorts. but then i go into a mind game and start rhyming and what rhymes better with wrench than bench and that makes me think of baseball and baseball makes me think of the red sox and then it goes to boston and how much i love that city and then i think about beers and matt damon and how much i’d love to have his children.
so the other day i was using a wrench and i fucking cut my finger with it and then i grabbed the hammer and hit the fucking wrench in the head so it knew what it had done and then i jumped into the pool and to wrench followed me and tried to drown me with its evilness and i fucking kicked it and it continued to follow me
life keeps throwing a wrench in everything that i have going one. My professional life is going great my people make me feel bad about it like nonbody cares. then my personal goes well and then life throws a wrench into it all and its all gone and i hurt.
find it in the garage one of the most important tools you see when you open the tool box. need to grab it for some quick fix, putting together the ikea furniture if they forgot to give you a tool. smells like metal and oil, maybe just because of where you keep it and what it touches. feels good when you cant tighten any more.
Again with the wrench thing? Can I PLEASE get a new word? I’ll continue on my “Clue” rant. Everyone always stereotypes Colonel Mustard with the wrench. What would a military colonel have to do with a common tool anyway? I guess he’s just a resourceful guy.
Once again, they have me writing about a wrench. Let’s get a little more creative, please. What else could I possibly say about a wrench? It’s big, shiny, and a weapon used in the library by Colonel Mustard. That’s another thing, why does everyone always assume it’s Colonel Mustard?
to work with a wrench brings back untold memories in the garage with my father. Both good and bad. We would sometimes work from dawn until dusk in the summer. We would also work in the frigid cold in the harsh winters. This helped to develop my hard working attitude that i use today in many situations. I remember when my dad would encourage me to work through the cold, and that inspires me to do most things.
When I think of wrenches I think of tool boxes. I think of all the things that can be fixed in this world, and all the things that can’t. If only you could fix everything by pulling out something like a wrench from your tool box turn it back and forth and everything would be good as new. but unfortunatley life isn’t like that but then again if life was so easily fixable we wouldn’t take care of it and appreciate it, and when it’s gone we wouldn’t miss it.
The wretch. Mary Shelly. Frankenstein. In English, kids in my class would joke around and call everything the Wretch last year. It was actually hilarious. I don’t think I’ll ever not laugh at that world.
He tried desperately to wrench her free, but the tree would not budge. Her leg was pinned under the tree. There was so much blood. Her screams were awful.
When I think of wrench, i think of either the tool of a wrench, or the more creative one, how a heart wrenches when something painful and incredibly sad happens. I can almost see the heart wrenching sometimes when I read a terribly sad article or experience something sad.
her heart broke. the wrench in the relationship started innocently enough – a lunch with her friend Mark. Mark had more on his mind than lunch, and the stupid stupid girl… things cannot be unwrenched, stupid girl. this is it.
Its a tool found in many ppl garages. It is used to tighten and loosen bolts. It is made from medal and hurts if it is thrown at you. It also reminds me of a hooker on a pirate ship. wrench is something I would never want to be.
I haven’t tried enough. It’s enough to make tears squeeze from the eyes like a sopping sponge. My gut tells me things my mind cannot fathom. My dreams abduct me from reality.
I had a wrench. The wrench was shiny and beautiful. Eve needs to know about this wrench. But Spanish dictionaries don’t have the word for wrench. I noticed that I write about the thing with saying it many times. WRENCH WRENCH WRENCH. I misspelled. Oopsie.
wrenchs are fucking awesome. wrenches somehow remind me of witches, witches, wrenches. same same. righ? right? thought so. yup.
its heart wrenching to think about all the troubles people are going thru in this world and all we can do is complain about the inconvenient lives we live. wrench your heart out. live life do this forever and never look back be mine be yours see the world. wrench life out of its whole. wrench fear our of your heart.
It’s usually considered a sign of evil prowess to possess genetically engineered winged-monkeys. I usually send my flock out armed with wrenches and with strict instructions that they are to fling them into the plans and contraptions of my enemies. Do gooders or the competition, I’m indiscriminate. Once the flock as done as commanded, I allow them to fling some poo if they so desire too.
Or there’s killing someone with a wrench, or perhaps inflicting a moderate-to-severe beating. Yeah, when it comes to evil, I’m pretty sketchy like that.
how many times have you actually used a wrench? me being a girl not many times. HOwever, it was fun everytime. I don’t know why.. either it was fun or just super irritating. anyways I think I need a wrench just because i don’t have one.
Do you have a wrench upon you? I should think it would be highly entertaining to find someone in possession of such a nonubiquitous object in such regular circumstances. I should like to carry one if only to prompt such a fascinating story. “Why, yes in fact, I do.”
I think one would come in handy.
The wrench faced outward, revealing it’s multi-faceted nature. It did not want to be touched, but if it had to be, it would do the work it was commissioned to do, and that work was tough. In many ways, it was like someone had pushed the wrench to do something as multi-socketed as it.
Gut wrenching. Heart wrenching. What your voice, your actions, your cruelty does to me. It’s like a wrench that keeps turning on something to loosen it up. You loosened me up and got me off. Now I’m just unscrewed. Put me back together.
i wrenched the door open with all the strength i could muster, what I didn’t know is that what waited for me on the other side of the door would change my life forever. As I pulled the door open I took what ended up being my last breath of fresh air and I dove into the unknown with nothing but the clothes on my back.
She was a wrench of a woman. A real pain in the wrench. We knew it. SHe knew it. And none of us cared anyway.
A wrench is a valuable tool. It can be used to tighten difficult and out of the way nuts. The wrench is essential for the functioning of our complicated technical society. Yet it is interesting that we use the word wrench in such phrases as “a wrench in the plans” or “a wrench in the gears”. The word wrench seems to reflect the duality of all our lives.
There’s something cathartic about using a wrench to loosen a nut from a bolt. If there’s nothing else I’ve observed time and time again, it’s that crazy people like to wrench their issues down until something snaps from all that unnecessary torque.
i use wrenches to break apart grills. I wish i had a car so i could use the wrench in order to fix and modify it until it was the sickest ride on the dark streets of st peters. I really want a car. what;s a torque wrench? do crescent wrenches really work?
SHe was a wrench- a wrench in the neck. Everybody knew it, especially her. We all loved her anyway
Wrenched from what is familiar
Forced through an unwanted journey
Submerged into this novel place
Alien are the sights, smells, and sounds around me
Foreign is this cold
Foreign are the hands that touch my skin
Confused
I Scream
– birth from a baby’s perspective
My hands are covered in grease.
It feels good to get into the engine and take things apart, after so long. It’s been ages. It’s strange, but I love doing this. Taking them apart and putting them back together. Making them my own. Fixing, healing, solving problems. Examining it.
I used to work as an automechanic, so I’m sick of wrenches. I wish they had 1 standard wrench for every size of bolt imaginable. But no, there are about 100 different sizes and you can NEVER find the one you actually need.
I learned the name of those little L-shaped wrenches you use–Allen wrenches– because my next-door neighbor called and asked for help putting together her elliptical. It was treacherous work.
is bench with a sponge, no matter the color, no matter how it works, u just have to use it to improve their qualities.
Wrench lying on the steps of the bookstore. It’s out of place. Somebody dropped it when the store was doing repairs. But I think I like it there. I like the shiny metal among the paper and leather books. It’s pleasantly ironic.
and you tore away from me, linen-white
inflated in the wind as a wing or a prayer
don’t sing to me yet, you said
but I’ve kept my mouth shut
pry me open
my sealed eyes,
sealed lips,
ungiven kiss
whenever i think of wrench i think of a wench and that makes me think of amazing grace or some other american song of that sorts. but then i go into a mind game and start rhyming and what rhymes better with wrench than bench and that makes me think of baseball and baseball makes me think of the red sox and then it goes to boston and how much i love that city and then i think about beers and matt damon and how much i’d love to have his children.
so the other day i was using a wrench and i fucking cut my finger with it and then i grabbed the hammer and hit the fucking wrench in the head so it knew what it had done and then i jumped into the pool and to wrench followed me and tried to drown me with its evilness and i fucking kicked it and it continued to follow me
life keeps throwing a wrench in everything that i have going one. My professional life is going great my people make me feel bad about it like nonbody cares. then my personal goes well and then life throws a wrench into it all and its all gone and i hurt.
find it in the garage one of the most important tools you see when you open the tool box. need to grab it for some quick fix, putting together the ikea furniture if they forgot to give you a tool. smells like metal and oil, maybe just because of where you keep it and what it touches. feels good when you cant tighten any more.
Again with the wrench thing? Can I PLEASE get a new word? I’ll continue on my “Clue” rant. Everyone always stereotypes Colonel Mustard with the wrench. What would a military colonel have to do with a common tool anyway? I guess he’s just a resourceful guy.
Once again, they have me writing about a wrench. Let’s get a little more creative, please. What else could I possibly say about a wrench? It’s big, shiny, and a weapon used in the library by Colonel Mustard. That’s another thing, why does everyone always assume it’s Colonel Mustard?
to work with a wrench brings back untold memories in the garage with my father. Both good and bad. We would sometimes work from dawn until dusk in the summer. We would also work in the frigid cold in the harsh winters. This helped to develop my hard working attitude that i use today in many situations. I remember when my dad would encourage me to work through the cold, and that inspires me to do most things.
When I think of wrenches I think of tool boxes. I think of all the things that can be fixed in this world, and all the things that can’t. If only you could fix everything by pulling out something like a wrench from your tool box turn it back and forth and everything would be good as new. but unfortunatley life isn’t like that but then again if life was so easily fixable we wouldn’t take care of it and appreciate it, and when it’s gone we wouldn’t miss it.
Okay….i have already done this word….
A tool to use to fix something or put something together.
The wretch. Mary Shelly. Frankenstein. In English, kids in my class would joke around and call everything the Wretch last year. It was actually hilarious. I don’t think I’ll ever not laugh at that world.
He tried desperately to wrench her free, but the tree would not budge. Her leg was pinned under the tree. There was so much blood. Her screams were awful.
When I think of wrench, i think of either the tool of a wrench, or the more creative one, how a heart wrenches when something painful and incredibly sad happens. I can almost see the heart wrenching sometimes when I read a terribly sad article or experience something sad.
her heart broke. the wrench in the relationship started innocently enough – a lunch with her friend Mark. Mark had more on his mind than lunch, and the stupid stupid girl… things cannot be unwrenched, stupid girl. this is it.
Cold, wrench in hand. Replacing fog and low beams in the dark, empty street. I look over my shoulder.
Its a tool found in many ppl garages. It is used to tighten and loosen bolts. It is made from medal and hurts if it is thrown at you. It also reminds me of a hooker on a pirate ship. wrench is something I would never want to be.
I haven’t tried enough. It’s enough to make tears squeeze from the eyes like a sopping sponge. My gut tells me things my mind cannot fathom. My dreams abduct me from reality.
I had a wrench. The wrench was shiny and beautiful. Eve needs to know about this wrench. But Spanish dictionaries don’t have the word for wrench. I noticed that I write about the thing with saying it many times. WRENCH WRENCH WRENCH. I misspelled. Oopsie.
It was in my hand. but i had forgotten why. where was i again? oh yes… in the basement. but why? oh yes, martha had sent me down here to.. to..
reluctantly the old man set down the wrench and trudged up what seemed the very long and creaky stairs.
what happens when my 60seconds is over?